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#006 - bae joohyun and the space theory
Title: bae joohyun and the space theory
Author: kisoap
Fandom/Characters/Pairing: Red Velvet/Irene-centric
Rating/Warnings: PG
Challenge # & Prompt: #006 - the distance
Word Count: 594w
summer almost over, an intersection in a busy part of seoul. cars and scooters pass, a multi-colored blur of helmets blooming like flowers in the dusk, the time mosquitoes like to feed on unassuming flesh. fresh smell of rain on the pavement mixed with the gas emitted by the traffic, passing pedestrians.
zoom in. a woman in the middle of the crowd, flinching as faceless name (dohee, as her classmates are calling her between sprinting ahead) brushes shoulders with her slightly as the light goes green.
zoom in once more. this woman tucks the hair that has fallen in her face behind her left ear.
this woman's name is bae joohyun.
joohyun's last boyfriend told her she kissed him weird. not once. not twice. all the time.
your lips are. his, by the end, failed to quirk up at the corners as they had done before. frankly, it's (he'd often punctuate with a sigh here) like i'm kissing a dead person.
she considered that on december 12th, 2015 - two months and fourteen days after she came home and found every trace of him bleached out of her apartment, almost painstakingly. two days after that joohyun curled her toes under the sofa and found one of the earrings he gave her for her 25th cold against her pinky toe. him and his good intentions, once removed.
it didn't occur to joohyun until she was watching a rated r movie, her ear piercings closing up, that maybe he wanted to stick his tongue between her "dead" lips.
to really understand things, joohyun often needs time, notebooks, and ballpoint pens, the tops of which are well-chewed. time, unlike notebooks and ballpoint pens, is in junction with space, which people often gift her alongside everything else.
i don't know. seulgi said. joohyun thinks it was a long time ago. i know you don't mean to, but you're pushing me away. seungwan spoke along those lines too, just more words, more apologies. they both don't say much to her now.
the few words joohyun spoke to them (seulgi, seungwan, ex-boyfriend number four, ex-boyfriend number three, the ex-boyfriends that'd listen): i just need. then she'd shake her head. i just need -
it reads on july twenty-seventh, unmarked year:
distance. a human necessity in moderation.
i'm afraid i need/have too much of it.
(it also reads like this on january fourteenth, january twentieth, february fourth, february tenth, february sixteenth, 2/28, 3/6, 3/15...)
zoom out once. a bus turns the corner on the asphalt before joohyun's very feet. in the third-to-last row is a man in a business suit, staring out the window. they make eye contact for this split moment in which the bus idles to maneuver itself toward a new direction, and in this moment, joohyun wonders if it's possible to understand someone so completely with a single glance, only held for less than a handful of seconds.
zoom out again. that bus drives down the street. a woman with dark hair turns her head to follow it a beat too late, and the stranger from the third-to-last row is gone forever. her hair falls into her face.
keep zooming out until this woman is lost among a sea of others. until those others that she can physically touch but know nothing about, light years removed, are specks in a city, which is a speck itself, lost in the lights. keep zooming until we're far, far away, and then, finally we are in space.
distance. a human necessity in moderation.
i'm afraid i need/have too much of it.
Author: kisoap
Fandom/Characters/Pairing: Red Velvet/Irene-centric
Rating/Warnings: PG
Challenge # & Prompt: #006 - the distance
Word Count: 594w
summer almost over, an intersection in a busy part of seoul. cars and scooters pass, a multi-colored blur of helmets blooming like flowers in the dusk, the time mosquitoes like to feed on unassuming flesh. fresh smell of rain on the pavement mixed with the gas emitted by the traffic, passing pedestrians.
zoom in. a woman in the middle of the crowd, flinching as faceless name (dohee, as her classmates are calling her between sprinting ahead) brushes shoulders with her slightly as the light goes green.
zoom in once more. this woman tucks the hair that has fallen in her face behind her left ear.
this woman's name is bae joohyun.
joohyun's last boyfriend told her she kissed him weird. not once. not twice. all the time.
your lips are. his, by the end, failed to quirk up at the corners as they had done before. frankly, it's (he'd often punctuate with a sigh here) like i'm kissing a dead person.
she considered that on december 12th, 2015 - two months and fourteen days after she came home and found every trace of him bleached out of her apartment, almost painstakingly. two days after that joohyun curled her toes under the sofa and found one of the earrings he gave her for her 25th cold against her pinky toe. him and his good intentions, once removed.
it didn't occur to joohyun until she was watching a rated r movie, her ear piercings closing up, that maybe he wanted to stick his tongue between her "dead" lips.
to really understand things, joohyun often needs time, notebooks, and ballpoint pens, the tops of which are well-chewed. time, unlike notebooks and ballpoint pens, is in junction with space, which people often gift her alongside everything else.
i don't know. seulgi said. joohyun thinks it was a long time ago. i know you don't mean to, but you're pushing me away. seungwan spoke along those lines too, just more words, more apologies. they both don't say much to her now.
the few words joohyun spoke to them (seulgi, seungwan, ex-boyfriend number four, ex-boyfriend number three, the ex-boyfriends that'd listen): i just need. then she'd shake her head. i just need -
it reads on july twenty-seventh, unmarked year:
distance. a human necessity in moderation.
i'm afraid i need/have too much of it.
(it also reads like this on january fourteenth, january twentieth, february fourth, february tenth, february sixteenth, 2/28, 3/6, 3/15...)
zoom out once. a bus turns the corner on the asphalt before joohyun's very feet. in the third-to-last row is a man in a business suit, staring out the window. they make eye contact for this split moment in which the bus idles to maneuver itself toward a new direction, and in this moment, joohyun wonders if it's possible to understand someone so completely with a single glance, only held for less than a handful of seconds.
zoom out again. that bus drives down the street. a woman with dark hair turns her head to follow it a beat too late, and the stranger from the third-to-last row is gone forever. her hair falls into her face.
keep zooming out until this woman is lost among a sea of others. until those others that she can physically touch but know nothing about, light years removed, are specks in a city, which is a speck itself, lost in the lights. keep zooming until we're far, far away, and then, finally we are in space.
distance. a human necessity in moderation.
i'm afraid i need/have too much of it.